The Lochs of DreadThe adventurer: young, handsome tiptoes quickly, for nightfall lifts it’s last shadeThe Lochs of Dread
his final disguise,
fading away with new sunlight.
The capture, he remembers -- disgusted looks, drooling mouths, the unconquerable faces of loathing as they torched homes, purged rations, killed innocents (typical of evil?).
Revenge never comes easy, but neither does patience, stamina-- qualities that separate the breathing from the departed.
Reaching the lochs, from where they came that night, hesitation begins to slip away. The wate
Urban Third PersonA city of contrasts nightclubs, museums, libraries. Images of crack smokers, gun clappers-- resources for adolescent kings.Urban Third Person
Russell Simmons, Richard Pryor, Public Enemy,
Tupac Shakur. Furniture for entertainment or rhythmic demonstrations of cool?
Street youths yearning
for Range Rovers.
The gray and camouflaged absentmindedly swing their truncheons, clubbing the desperate like unwanted animals,
while Snoop Dogg controls his ho
Because someone like you donated to Lens Crafters, Miguel can now see the blackboard.
GarageSitting in that garage of hers we washed smoke against our faces,Garage
conscious of the summer sun dropping buckets
of yellow around us.
We would just lie, occasionally washing your itchy throat with Raspberry soda, and my dry one with diet brand-less root beer that always came with a small apology, which was never needed.
There we would conjure thoughts and imaginings
we were sure stretched our minds to great volumes
as we listened for whispers,
whispers from nature that could reveal mysteries
no one beyond the stretch of cracked pavement in front of us &n
Pardon Me GazeboYou’ve seen that old guy around, you know him, the old guy always swimming at the YMCA, the one who scored that job when he was twenty-three (you know- that commercial for Soapy Suds) but stayed with the same firm a few more yearsPardon Me Gazebo
than he would have preferred.
Imagine him when he was younger married four years now, feeling unpleasantly past his prime scoping the college birds flocking west
for spring break, the ones who pay little mind to the world
outside of Dos Equis and yellow two pieces.
He will get dirty looks, he knows, but he just wants to drink wi
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this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
not with a bang but a whimper
you?
Watched+
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If'n you should say goodbye, I'll still go on lovin' you.
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